Closed.

Lemon Pie!

No! Blueberry!	100.0%	[ 110 ]
Total Votes:			[ 110 ]

[=Motobon]

Moto's back! Sorry! D:

I had to let my aunt use my computer for a online test for her job. n.n;;

[Neko_no_Yami]

*glomps* ;A; I was so alone.

[=Motobon]

.[.pink.spider.].

Hey I was wondering..are Motobon's slots open = O ?

Yeah! I'm almost always open! =D

[[.Rebirth.] Wingless]

Rebi wants to RP. ;-;

[=Motobon]

Let's rp then! =D

[[.Rebirth.] Wingless]

Who's going to be Timmy? :]?

[=Motobon]

>_>

<_<

JENNY! >=D

[Neko_no_Yami]

Can I be Emo!Timmy? =D?

[[.Rebirth.] Wingless]

LOL! YAY! Who's going to start? Rebi don't like starting. =_=

[=Motobon]

Yes you can be Emo!Timmy! Just as long as we have a Timmy. xD

Moto will start...I guess. XD;;

[Neko_no_Yami]

>D Yall should make a muel named Emo!Timmy for the shop.

[=Motobon]

A clatter of pots and pans echoed through the small pastry shop along with a few curses here and there.

"DAMN IT ALL!" Moto fumed from inside her kitchen. Obviously all was not well in her kingdom of chrome.

[[.Rebirth.] Wingless]

Customers mingled lively in the shop, as a small brunette was running around frantically between tables, orders filling up her small notepad. Rebi flinched backwards as she heard Moto rage in the kitchen. "Ah...I hope she's alright." Rebi worried with a slight frown.

The waitress then snapped back into reality as she saw more people walking in. "Ack!" Rebi shrieked, as she grabbed a handful of menus.

((If only..If only. xDD))

[Neko_no_Yami]

Timmy cringed as he heard the crash and Moto's yell. He poked his head into the battle zone, "Need some help?" He asked, with an air of long suffering, all too used to this by now and getting tired of cleaning up.

((Haha! Moto=clumsy tard! =D))

[=Motobon]

"I'm fine, the pots just came down on me again." Moto said, her voice resonating within a large pot that engulfed the entirety of her head along with some of her shoulders. She pulled off the pot hastily, throwing it down onto the floor where it rung like a gong and rolled off against some drawers.

"Piece of junk..." the angry cook muttered and began mounting a batch of freshly baked pastries onto platters.

"Make yourself useful and give these to Rebi." Moto said walking the trays to Timmy.